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The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 32
Saturday 15 May 2021
Brian gave Danny a gentle nudge and whispered, "I thought the plan was for you to spend at least ONE night this week in your own bed!"
Danny just let out a low groan and rolled over.
Brian smiled as he shook his head. It had been almost two weeks since Danny had started sneaking into his bed after lights out every night. Initially he had made excuses for his visits, like how much he missed Brian, or how walking up the stairs was good for his physio, but eventually it became clear that things were just not right in dorm 1.05.
"Well, I've got somewhere to be," Brian whispered.
Danny immediately grabbed hold of him, grunting his disapproval without seemingly waking up fully.
Brian smirked at the gesture and said softly, "How about I leave you with someone else?" With Danny clinging onto him, he stood up from the bed and lifted the younger boy. He shuffled to the next bunk along and kicked its occupant before saying quietly, "Joe, got a gift for you!"
Joseph jumped at the sudden jolt and turned over just in time to see Danny being lowered into his bed beside him. "Wha..." he started, a little shocked before his brain really woke up and he remembered what was going on. "Good luck," he said sleepily before wrapping his arms around the semi-conscious boy now at his side.
"Thanks," Brian said quietly before heading out.
Danny let out a heavy yawn and then cuddled up closely to Joseph. "I've never been in your bed before!" he said contentedly. "Where'd Brian go?" he asked curiously, beginning to wake up.
"Just got something to take care of," Joseph said cryptically. "But enough about him, how's everything with you?"
Danny raised his head and let his eyes open enough to look at Joseph for a moment. He gave a gentle sigh then buried his face in his mentor's chest. "Too long to go into!" he said wistfully.
"Hey, I got nowhere to be," Joseph said. "Besides, I'm your mentor, it's what I'm here for!"
Danny gave the older teen a quick squeeze, then rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as Joseph propped his head up on one arm, looking down at him. "Not sure where to start, I mean... pick a guy and there's a problem!"
"Ooh, okay," Joseph said happily. "That sounds fun. Kinda like trying to remember the seven dwarves!"
"You calling us short?" Danny asked with a wry grin.
"Yes. Yes, I am!" Joseph said with a smirk. "Anyway, let's start easy... Chris!"
Danny sighed. "I've never seen him like this," he said wistfully. "He's just... hiding away from everyone and when he IS around, he's so moody. And he seems totally pissed at Nicky, but any time I CAN get them to talk, one of them always ends up just saying something that makes it all worse."
Joseph gave the boy a gentle squeeze. Chris may have been the `easy' name to start with, but the situation was certainly far from easy. While Danny was close with all of his dormmates, Chris was the one he relied on the most. "Okay then, as you gave me that one... Nicky!"
"Well, he's pissed at Chris too, but... he doesn't tend to get angry, he just completely shuts down and won't even talk or make eye contact with anyone," Danny explained. "I thought Mikey might be able to help, but Nicky just seems totally shut down around him too. I think... it's cos Mikey got violent again." As Joseph stared at him, eyes widening, Danny quickly added, "Not violent with Nicky, I mean the thing that happened at King Edwards!"
Joseph nodded, breathing a slight sigh of relief. "Okay, you gave me another one. So... Mikey!"
Danny let out a low groan and shook his head. "Yeah, he's pissed at me," he said dejectedly. "And it's all about that thing at King Edwards too. I made him promise not to hit people and then, when he hit someone I told him it was okay and he just got so annoyed at me for... I dunno, for maybe making a rule that wasn't a rule. He's... so confusing sometimes! Oh yeah, AND he's, like, pissed at the whole world cos he's had to spend two weeks naked for what he did, so it's like a constant reminder to be pissed off!"
"Hmm, definitely sounds hard," Joseph nodded. "Okay, so you haven't given me anymore, so let's think." He paused, thinking of Danny's dormmates. "Oh yeah, Josh!" he said, remembering another relatively easy one. The suicide incident may have been over a year ago now, but Kingswood still remembered, not in a gossipy way, more just a case of collectively keeping an eye on the boy.
Danny pursed his lips, brow furrowing as he thought about the other boy. "I guess he's not really got a problem... but I think he's heading for one. He tends to... I dunno the right term... kinda latch onto guys who are nice to him or help him, like he did with me after his whole suicide thing. So, whatever happened at King Edwards with Mikey, he's latched onto him and he's following him round like some little lost puppy."
"That... doesn't sound awful," Joseph said, frowning.
"Normally it wouldn't be," Danny agreed. "But because Mikey's in such a bad mood, he's taking it out on whoever's close by..."
"Oh, and that's Josh!" Joseph said, nodding. "Okay, I see the problem."
"Yeah," Danny said curtly. "He's been hurt so much before. I don't wanna see him get hurt again!"
"Okay, so what about Rob?" Joseph asked, knowing that he and Rob usually came as a pair almost as close as Chris and Danny (usually) were.
Danny sighed and shook his head. "Obviously he's losing his mind worrying about Josh... because worrying about Josh is like his favourite hobby," Danny said with a slight smirk. "But he's... kinda depressed too. Last weekend, their match against Eversham Academy. It was supposed to be an easy win, but... well, they lost which meant they don't make it to the finals and he's taking it pretty hard!"
"Hnnh, yeah, I remember when our Year's team got knocked out of the tournament back in Year 8. Kai... he's our rugby captain... he took it pretty hard too. It's tough, but it's just part of the game!" Joseph explained.
"Still sucks," Danny pouted.
Joseph shrugged. "Okay, so... last two..." he paused, thinking for a moment. "Erm... Dopey?"
"Yeah, you're back on the seven dwarves!" Danny smirked.
"I know, just kidding," Joseph joked. "David!" he said, the name finally coming to him.
"Well, him and James... that's the seventh one, by the way, just to save you getting it wrong," Danny said, grinning slightly. "I kinda thought I didn't need to worry about them, but David's SO got a crush on James but he's kinda holding back, which is making him act a little crazy, but I don't know if James knows about it and doesn't feel the same, but he's... kinda distant lately. I mean, I'm worried about David getting hurt, but James has always been a bit of a loner, but I'm worried he's isolating himself a bit TOO much."
"Geez, that does sound like a lot to worry about," Joseph said sympathetically.
"Yeah," Danny agreed. "And the worst part is, normally they'd have been coming to me and I would've been doing what I could to help fix things, but since the accident... even though I'm basically back to normal, it's like they're scared to talk to me. They act like I'll break at any moment."
"That sounds pretty tough, bud," Joseph said softly.
"The other week, Kyle called me fragile!" Danny said, raising his voice slightly in his annoyance before looking over to make sure he hadn't disturbed the dorm's other occupants. Thankfully, they remained sound asleep.
"Just sounds like he cares about you," Joseph shrugged. "And you maybe ARE a bit more fragile than you used to be," he added, unbothered by the glare he got in return. "I totally get why you've been coming here every night if it's all that unpleasant in your dorm."
"But?" Danny prompted.
Joseph smiled. "Yeah, but... if you wanna help your mates with all their issues, which we both know you can't stop yourself doing for long, cos you're you... then don't you think it'd be a bit easier if you were actually there with them sometimes?"
"I guess," Danny conceded.
"And it's not just your mates that you gotta look after, either!" Joseph added cautiously. As Danny frowned at him, he went on, "Brian! You know he can't resist spending time with you whenever it's on offer. Seriously, you're like crack to him, and it's really sweet seeing you two together."
"But?" Danny smirked as he prompted again.
Joseph shook his head, nudging Danny playfully. "But..." he started. "We're so close to exams starting and Brian could really use the revision time. He may be acting all cocky and confident, but believe me, he needs to put in some serious work to get the grades he's aiming for!"
"Oh," Danny pouted. "I hadn't thought of that," he said, feeling a little guilty.
"Well, Brian'd never say anything, he'd never want to upset you!" Joseph explained.
"Whereas you have no issue with it!" Danny smirked.
"Honesty all the way, you know that's our deal now, even if the truth hurts!" Joseph insisted.
Danny nodded as he pouted a little, then suddenly grinned. "Well, if you're being honest... wanna tell me what's going on with you and Ian?"
Joseph immediately blushed at the mention of the younger boy's name. Ian was one of three students from the Crestwood School for Boys who Danny and Brian had befriended during one of the SCIPS tournament events. At their last visit to Kingswood, Ian had met Joseph and the two had hit it off right away. Despite their obvious interest in each other, by the time Ian left, things had not progressed, so Brian had intervened and slipped the visiting boy Joseph's number.
"We're... texting!" Joseph said awkwardly.
"Texting or sexting?" Danny asked with a wicked grin.
"Texting!" Joseph insisted. "We actually... haven't even mentioned sex stuff!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Danny exclaimed, more loudly than he intended. He glanced briefly to the two other boys still asleep across the dorm again, then cringed awkwardly at his loudness and looked to Joseph again. "Seriously?" he added more softly.
Joseph nodded. "We just... talk about other stuff," he said, a smile spreading across his face. "We like SO many of the same things!"
"Aww, look at you grinning away," Danny said, only half teasing.
Joseph took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, puffing out his cheeks as he shook his head, staring at nothing on particular.
"Hey, whassup?" Danny asked, rubbing his mentor's arm.
"I like him, Danny. A lot!" Joseph explained.
"But?" Danny asked, barely controlling his sniggering at the repeated question.
"Stop that!" Joseph said sharply, despite his own smirk. "But... he doesn't go here. If we did start... ya know... dating, I'd only get to see him a few times a year when we do visits and maybe sometimes during breaks."
"Yeah, it sounds hard, but if you're THAT into him, surely seeing him a few times a year is better than seeing him NO times a year, right?" Danny asked, eyebrows raising.
"Hmm, good point," Joseph nodded. "I forget sometimes that you're more than just a pretty face!"
Danny grinned at the slight compliment and replied, "Yeah, I got a cute butt too!"
Joseph sniggered as he reached down and grabbed the boy's butt. "You certainly got da booty!" he joked.
Danny happily nuzzled against the older boy and mumbled quietly, "You really are my favourite mentor." He was soon drifting back off to sleep.
"Where are we going?" Chris demanded as he traipsed along behind Brian.
Brian paused, to look back at the boy, looked ahead of the Sports Complex, then back to Chris and said sarcastically, "Middle Earth. I heard they're missing a few hobbits!"
"It's too early for humour," Chris said moodily, then mumbled quietly, "Not that that even counts as humour!"
"Wow, you really are Little Miss Crankypants, aren't you!" Brian said, taking a few steps back to throw an arm around the boy, pulling him along the path.
"Shut up, twatface!" Chris scowled.
"Ha, save some of that aggression for the gym!" Brian chuckled.
"The gym?" Chris said, pulling away from Brian and stopping dead in his tracks. "I'm not going to the gym!"
"Why not?" Brian asked calmly. Trying to get Chris to tell him anything lately was hard enough. He clearly had an issue with the gym, which was something at least. Now he had to find out more, but he had to be careful how he did it.
"Just... because... erm..." Chris stuttered, visibly trying to think of an excuse.
"Err... erm... err... whatever loser, we're going!" Brian teased. He knew outright insulting the boy was risky with his mood so volatile lately, but he was banking on the boy still being too addled from the early hour to really react too much. Thankfully, it paid off as Chris just continued to scowl, but followed anyway.
A few minutes (and no talking) later, they were in the gym and Chris' discomfort was obvious. The moment he walked in, he couldn't take his eyes off of the spot where he and Blane had... done things brothers shouldn't do! Brian noticed his distracted gaze but didn't want to probe too soon.
"If you wanted someone to work out with, you've got Danny. That's totally more his thing!" Chris insisted.
"I'm not here to work out," Brian said, shaking his head. "YOU'RE here to hit things!"
"Ooh, is it you? Do I get to hit you? Please tell me it's you I'm hitting!" Chris said pointedly.
"No, just this," Brian said, grabbing the punching bag hanging from the ceiling.
"Erm... why?" Chris asked, rolling his eyes as he shook his head.
"Because I've tried just about everything else I can think of short of running to the teachers or whatever, and this is a last resort!" Brian answered honestly.
"Tried everything for what?" Chris asked.
"Give it a hit," Brian said, holding the huge bag and peering round it at Chris. "Then you can ask more!"
Chris rolled his eyes again and gently nudged the bag. "Tried everything for what?" he asked flatly.
"Come on you pussy. Actually hit it!" Brian snapped.
With a low growl, Chris punched the bag, not hard but enough to make a loud slap.
"Bit harder," Brian encouraged him. His eyes narrowed briefly as he said, "Imagine it's Nicky!"
Chris' eyes flashed wide for a moment as he swung hard but stopped himself just short of the bag. "Nuh-uh," he said, shaking his head. "I don't wanna hit Nicky!"
Another little snippet for Brian. He took it in thoughtfully, nodding a little as he said, "Okay, imagine it's someone you DO want to hit!"
SMACK! Chris punched the bag... hard. SMACK! Another hit. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Wow, okay," Brian said, feeling the impact through the bag. "Who are you picturing?"
Chris just shook his head, clearly not wanting to answer, though his eyes roamed to the side, looking at their reflection in the mirror for a moment. Realising what he was doing, he turned the other way, but just found himself looking again at the spot where he had jerked off Blane nearly two weeks before. He hated that spot but couldn't avert his gaze.
"Give it another hit," Brian said, not quite ready to start asking more.
Four more hard punches immediately flew into the bag, followed by kick that almost knocked Brian backwards. As he steadied himself, holding onto the bag he saw Chris look round again. "Chris..." he said softly. "Did something... happen?" he asked, looking to the spot the younger boy seemed transfixed by. When he didn't answer right away, he voiced his next concern. "Did someone... hurt you?"
"No," Chris said, shaking his head. He understood the question. Regardless of how long passed, the `Josh Incident' was one of those events etched permanently into the minds of Chris and his dormmates, as well as their mentors. It was something each and every one of them had sworn would never happen again. "It doesn't matter," Chris said, throwing a couple of weaker punches.
"It kinda does matter," Brian insisted. "Chris, you're..." he paused, shaking his head. "Here, hold the bag!" he said, standing back and gesturing for Chris to hold it.
Chris moved in and leaned against the bag, slightly wrapping his arms around it. It was a strange feeling, almost like he was hugging it, and considering he had barely touched another human being for the last two weeks, it made him really feel what he'd been missing. He staggered back a little as Brian punched the bag. He shook himself from his wistful thoughts and braced himself, looking to his mentor.
"You know what I'm like," Brian said before throwing a couple of punches. "With you, I mean," he added, punching again. "I've always been pretty... hands-off!" Two more punches. "It's cos I trust you to handle things yourself," he went on, adding a few more hits, "But I also trust you to come to me when you can't handle it!"
"Yeah, I know," Chris nodded.
"Well... you're not doing it!" Brian complained, smacking the bag hard. "Whatever you've got going on, you are SO not handling, but you're not coming to me. Why not?" He finished with a quick flurry of jabs.
Chris shrugged. "There's... nothing to come to you about," he lied.
"Mate, you've barely spoken to you boyfriend... either of them... for weeks. You barely speak to Danny. You've gone from... cuddling anything that stays still long enough to full-on touch phobic. But more importantly than all of that... Chris... you're just not happy and I fucking hate seeing you like that!" He moved in, hugging against the other side of the bag. As he reached up to stroke Chris' arm, the boy jumped away.
"I told you, I'm... fine!" Chris said, shaking his head.
Chris frowned at the refusal to open up. He wanted to punch Chris rather than the bag, to smack some sense into him, but he knew realistically he could never do that. The punching bag was the only thing at the school he had ever punched, and he intended to keep it that way. Instead, he decided to take another tack. He glanced across the room, then moved to the spot Chris had been watching. "Come here a sec," he requested casually.
Chris visibly gulped. Remaining still, he asked, "What's up?"
"Come here," Brian insisted.
Chris took a few steps closer but stopped far short of where his mentor had indicated.
"Chris, just get over here!" Brian said, a little angrily.
"No!" Chris snapped. "I..." he stopped himself saying more, panting as he held himself back. "Just... no!"
"For fuck's sake," Brian said, shaking his head in sheer frustration. "Fine, you know what, if you won't talk to me then maybe it's time to involve someone else. I guess I'll have to speak to Mr Trent."
"Whatever," Chris shrugged.
Brian frowned and started, "Or maybe I should start with Blane, I mean he's..."
"No!" Chris snapped. "Don't! Don't go fucking near Blane. Don't... speak to him, just... just... don't!"
"Oh, my fucking god!" Brian growled. "Just fucking talk to me. You're acting weird and now you're freaking out about a big brother. Can you not see why this might be concerning me a bit?"
"Just... stop..." Chris pleaded, his jaw quivering as his eyes watered. "Please," he added in a clearly distressed tone. "It's not..." he couldn't say more, he just started to cry as he stood shaking his head, staring down at the ground.
Blane quickly moved closer and wrapped his arms around the boy. He held him in silence for a moment, but just as he was about to ask more, the door opened, and two Year 12 boys walked in. Chris immediately pulled away, wiping his cheeks as he turned away from the two new arrivals.
"Chris..." Brian started softly.
"Look," Chris said, firmly but quietly. "I get why you're worried, but seriously, I'm not... like, at risk or anything, I promise I just... need time to figure some things out. Can you at least give me that?"
Brian stared back at him thoughtfully for a few seconds. "Okay," he said with a sigh.
Rob sat staring out across the football pitches. He had intended to just stay in bed for the morning and it was only after much arguing, several playful punches and a weaponised fart that Josh had managed to force him to get up to join the others for breakfast and then come over to watch during football practice.
Although he was trying to watch the pitch, his mind kept drifting back to the previous weekend. It had been Kingswood hosting the final matches of round two in the SCIPS (Southern Counties Inter-School Partnership Scheme) football and rugby tournaments. After losing their first match a few weeks earlier, Rob's Year 8 rugby team had been convinced they were out of the tournament, but a hard-fought and thoroughly unexpected win against the King Edwards team had put them back in the running to make it to the finals. So when it came for their third and final match, against Eversham Academy, they had gone in confident. When the final whistle blew, it was all over. They had lost, and even worse, been knocked out of the tournament before the finals. The whole team had taken it hard, but Rob had certainly been hit the hardest.
Replaying the match in his head one more time, he let out a sigh.
"Wow, that sigh was heavier than you are!" a voice called out from behind him.
Rob scowled as he turned and saw Isaac, the Year 10 rugby captain (and roommate to Rob's boyfriend) standing over him. "Fat jokes? Really?" Rob said, shaking his head.
"It was just an easy one I couldn't resist. You know I think you're adorable, so shut up, slag," Isaac said, dropping down to sit beside Rob.
Rob almost managed to hold back his smile, but it slipped through for just a moment, getting a smirk in return. "Whadda you want?" he demanded.
"You weren't expecting me? The invite said to be here now!" Isaac said, looking round questioningly.
"What invite?" Rob frowned.
"Oh, the invite to this PITY PARTY you're throwing!" Isaac said, bursting into laughter at his own comments.
Rob huffed and flung his arm out to the side to smack the older boy, but Isaac intercepted it, tugged and then span Rob round so he came to lay face down on the grass, his arm pinned behind his back.
"You're adorable, but I can still take ya!" Isaac teased, letting go after a few seconds.
"Geddoff!" Rob grumbled, pulling his arm away as he rolled onto his back. "And this isn't a pity party! I'm just... reflecting!"
"Oh piss off, it's self-pity and you know it!" Isaac snapped, but as he saw Rob starting to look angry, he softened his tone a little and said, "But a bit of self-pity's understandable. I've been there!"
"Oh yeah," Rob said, sitting up, nodding. "You suck as a captain too!" he said pointedly with a wicked smirk.
"Fine, I deserve that one," Isaac conceded. "But if we're talking straight..."
"Nothing straight about Kingswood!" Rob interjected with a grin.
Isaac chuckled. "Word!" he said with a nod. "But okay, if we're talking directly, then... I'll be direct. You lost. It sucks. It's not exactly the end of the world, so you just gotta get the fuck over it!"
"Oh, is that all? Okay, I'll get right on that," Rob said sarcastically.
"You're as good at humour as you are at rugby!" Isaac teased.
"Ow, my feelings!" Rob said, clutching his chest playfully.
"Sorry," Isaac said, throwing an arm around Rob. "Look, Travis is a pretty awesome captain, right?" he asked, referring to the Year 13 captain and leader of their unofficial `captains club'. As Rob nodded, Isaac went on, "He didn't win his first tournament, or his second. He was in Year 10 before he finally won. Even the best aren't ALWAYS the best! I mean... you guys BEAT King Edwards. That's no easy win!"
"Yeah, but then we lost to Eversham and those guys suck!" Rob scowled.
"Hey!" Isaac snapped, looking suddenly serious. "Just because they're the opposition, that doesn't make them bad people. We respect the opposing team, remember!"
"Sorry," Rob pouted. He did feel guilty for what he'd said. Respect was one of the key tenets of Kingswood after all.
"All I'm saying is, you guys did great... but you didn't win. If you hate losing so much, then every second you spend moping is a second you could spend improving yourself or your team," Isaac explained.
"Huh, that's surprisingly smart coming from you!" Rob said, leaning to the side to give the older teen a playful nudge.
"Well firstly, screw you, I'm totally smart," Isaac insisted, then blushed a little as he coyly added, "And secondly... it's what Travis said to me after my first loss!"
Rob chuckled at the confession. "Fine, okay, you got a point... or Travis does, whatever!" He sat silently for a moment then said quietly, "Thanks... for, ya know... coming, or whatever!"
Isaac shrugged as he said, "I can't even take credit for that either. Luke asked me to talk to you, said he was worried. You're clearly at that early stage where you still give a crap about each other's feelings!"
"Remind me never to ask you for relationship advice!" Rob joked.
"Break up. Always the best advice. Single life for the win!" Isaac said with a grin. "And FYI, I was happy to let you mope. I think you're cute when you're brooding!" The comment received a punch to his arm. "You know, if you wanna repay for my amazing advice, I wouldn't say no to a blow job!"
"You've literally never said no to one anyway!" Rob said with a wry grin.
"True dat," Isaac smirked.
"Well... considering you gave me Travis' advice, and at Luke's request, I should probably thank THEM rather than you," Rob mused. "But Luke's busy," he said, gesturing to the pitch where he was running drills with the Year 10 team, "And I don't see Travis anywhere, so... I guess you'll do!"
"So nice to feel wanted," Isaac said with a smirk as he stood, offering a hand to help Rob up.
Rob stood and gave one more glance to the pitch. Mikey was stood, slightly separated from the rest of the Year 8 team... except for Josh who was staunchly at his side. One of the reasons he was glad he came was that it gave him the chance to keep an eye on them, but Mikey seemed to be having a moderately calm day, so Josh looked to be okay for now. With Isaac still holding his hand, Rob let himself get led towards the woods.
"Oh, we're going al dente, are we?" Rob asked playfully.
"The fuck you talking about?" Isaac asked, shaking his head.
"I may have got that wrong," Rob blushed, pulling out his phone and tapping away as they walked. By the time they were far enough into the woods to be unseen by prying eyes, Rob had found his answer and said, "Oh, my bad, al dente's a food thing. I meant al fresco... which means dining outdoors. I was talking about us doing it outside!"
"Yeah, enough of Italian for the Insane, get ya dick out!" Isaac smirked.
"Oh!" Rob exclaimed, a little surprised. "When you said you wanted a... ya know... I figured you meant you wanted to get one, not, erm, give one!"
Isaac pursed his lips, nodding thoughtfully for a moment then shrugged and asked, "Why not both?"
"Oh, I like the way you think!" Rob giggled.
"Then you'll love this. I've got a stupid idea!" Isaac said with a huge grin. He looked round for a moment, then spotted a tree, calling out, "Perfect!" as he hurried over to it. As he got near, he leaned down, placed his hands on the ground and flipped himself upwards, standing on his hands with his back resting against the large trunk. "Come on then, both at once!" he giggled, upside down.
Rob shook his head as he walked closer. "Can't help thinking there are easier ways to do this!" he said, pulling out his dick. As he looked at the hand-standing teenager, he shook his head again and said, "I'll get yours out, shall I?"
"Yeah, I didn't really think this through," Isaac admitted.
Rob reached for Isaac's belt, his fingers gently grazing the exposed stomach, the hoodie Isaac was wearing bunching up (or down?!) around his chest. Within a few moments, Rob had liberated the older boy's dick before squatting a little to bring his own erection to Isaac's mouth. With synchronised moans, both boys began to suck eagerly.
After a minute of excitable licking and sucking, Isaac released Rob's cock and said, "This is... harder work than it looks!"
Rob pulled back a little too and said, "Maybe Travis can work this into our team workouts. Pretty sure we'd get plenty of volunteers!"
"Ha!" Isaac chuckled before getting back to work on the younger boy's solid cock.
As much from a desire to release Isaac from the tiring position as it was from his own need to cum, Rob began fucking the older captain's face gently, letting out muffled moans as he sucked in return. "Unnh, yussss!" Rob grunted as he shot into Isaac's mouth, holding himself there until every drop had been licked off and swallowed down.
"That was weird... but hot!" Isaac chuckled as his mouth emptied. "And... I'm close!" he added with a whimper, his arms wobbling a little as he continued to hold himself up.
Rob sucked until he felt the slight throb in the cock between his lips before pulling away. "Hey Isaac!" he said, getting the older boy's attention as he pulled back.
Just as the upside-down boy looked up, Rob aimed the twitching cock at his face. The spurt missed by a hair, but it was enough to distract Isaac into losing his balance, toppling over and taking Rob down with him as he fell, his cock spurting out the rest of his load.
The two boys ended up in a heap on the floor, limbs tangled, both giggling playfully at the sheer stupidity of the moment.
"Bet ya can't wait til tomorrow," the young man said, looking Mikey up and down.
Mikey nodded. It was day thirteen of his two-week naked punishment for his behaviour at King Edwards a couple of weeks ago. For the most-part, his nudity hadn't really bothered him that much. Sure, he got a little irritable from being stared at, but as most comments he got were playful at worst and outright flirtatious at best, his temper managed to stay mostly in check. It also happened to be a good distraction from everything going on with his dormmates, most of whom he was barely speaking to.
The ones he had spent the most time with had been Josh and David. Josh had shared one week of the naked sentence, and they found a certain sense of safety in numbers. The other boy also seemed to have started... lingering. Anywhere Mikey went, Josh just seemed to be there, doubtlessly some side-effect of their shared experience at King Edwards.
Mikey had mostly been around David for business purposes. One of the additional benefits of his naked time at the school was drawing the attention of his eternally-horny peers, which in turn led to more opportunities to get naughty videos from them. Mikey had continued on as the negotiator and dealmaker, bringing in the business, while David took care of the organization of receiving and storing videos, while arranging `payment' for their stars.
The second week of Mikey's punishment had also involved `community service', in the form of time in the school's laundry room. That was where he stood now, mere minutes away from the end of his mandated time. The man looking him up and down was Terrence, a member of staff who was currently assigned to laundry and had been acting as Mikey's supervisor for the week.
Mikey shrugged at the man's comment. Sure, being able to wear clothes again would be good, and while he didn't love being forced to do anything against his will, even as a punishment, his laundry duties had given him a perfect excuse to stay away from Danny, Chris and Nicky. There had also been... `other' fringe benefits too!
"Well, I definitely know you're gonna miss your time in here!" Terrence said knowingly.
"Maybe," Mikey shrugged. It had not been until his first day that Mikey was struck with the realisation that he had been banished to work with the whole school's dirty clothing... including their underwear and socks, somewhat of a fetish for the boy.
"Always playing so cool," Terrence sniggered. "You know, you'd almost definitely get your punishment extended if I turned you in for what you've been doing!"
Mikey blushed but tried to remain looking composed. "What have I supposedly been doing?" he asked with the least nonchalant attempt at nonchalance ever.
"For a smart kid, you're pretty dumb sometimes," Terrence chuckled. "A dozen reports of missing items in the space of a week probably means there's dozens more unreported or unnoticed," he started.
"Mix-ups happen," Mikey shrugged, his stomach tightening as he realised, he had apparently not been as covert as he thought.
"And every missing item happens to be underwear," Terrence said, an eyebrow raising. "All since you started doing your time here!"
"I... don't know what you're suggesting," Mikey said unconvincingly.
"Oh god, you're such a shit liar," the young man smirked, shaking his head. "Ya know, even if you actually COULD lie about this, you seem to have forgotten you have a slight tell." As Mikey stared at him awkwardly, Terrence let his eyes roam downwards to the boy's dick. "You've been working naked, Mikey. You pop a boner every time you even touch anyone's underwear!"
"I... erm... I..." Mikey started, jaw quivering a little. "Please don't turn me in. I'm sorry!" he said, almost in tears.
"Oh relax bud. You're a good kid, I never snitch on the good ones," the man said, moving closer and ruffing the boy's fiery ginger hair. "But I AM gonna need you to return everything you took." As he saw Mikey's eyes widen, he grinned and added, "Even if they're covered in cum stains!"
Mikey blushed so heavily he was almost glowing. "You must think I'm a total freak!" he mumbled.
Terrence laughed aloud, shaking his head. "Mate, you think you're the first kid to walk in here with an underwear fetish? It's waaaaay more common than you probably think."
"Really?" Mikey asked, shocked. He felt like such a weirdo. The others in the dorm seemed content to base their sex lives around boring hand jobs and blowjobs. So far, Mikey had found himself transfixed by self-sucking, facials, foot worship, socks and underwear. He was already a little worried about the annual `Kinkswood' festival coming up the next month and what new turn-ons he might pick up.
"Really!" Terrence insisted. "And I tell ya what. I know it probably sucks to lose your stash, but like I said, you're a good kid, so once you've brought it all back, feel free to have a rummage through the lost property box and nab anything that takes your fancy!"
Mikey's expression dropped as he considered the comment.
"Whassup, bud?" Terrence asked, gently touching the boy's arm, careful not to get too tactile with the naked teen.
"You... called me a good kid," Mikey frowned.
"Twice!" Terrence said with a smile.
"Yeah," Mikey nodded. "But... I don't know if I am!"
"You mean because of the stealing?" Terrence asked curiously.
"No, because..." Mikey started, the paused, sighing heavily. "Just because!"
"Ah, mate, I dunno," Terrence said, shaking his head. "There's a reason I'm cleaning skid marks outta pants and not standing in front of a class," he said with a self-deprecating smirk. "So, I'm really no authority on it, but in my experience, bad kids don't worry about whether they're good or bad."
"Yeah, I s'pose," Mikey sighed, thinking about Nicky, who had barely spoken to him since the King Edwards incident.
"You really bring me to all the most romantic places," Brian said dryly as Danny led him into the Sports Complex's bathroom.
"You want romance, or you wanna fuck me?" Danny asked bluntly.
"I could fuck you romantically!" Brian giggled back.
Danny couldn't help but crack a smile at the comment, but shook his head, lowered his voice and said, "Quiet or you'll scare everyone off!"
They stepped into the empty cubicle and locked the door. Danny had been working hard with Blane at their daily physio sessions and the progress he was making was remarkable. It helped that he had been promised a very tempting reward if he managed to hit certain goals by the end of term.
Danny was undertaking his own form of physio outside of Blane's influence too. The accident had decimated the eternally-horny boy's sexual function and while it had been slow in returning over the first few months, his return to `normality' had given him a lot more chances to develop it further. He was still far from perfect, suffering a slight lack of sensation that sometimes made it harder to ejaculate from physical stimulation. He had soon discovered that he got just as much enjoyment, if not more, from pleasuring others anyway.
Sucking dicks and getting fucked was a kind of exercise he simply didn't get with Blane (not for lack of trying) and the recent changes at the school had made that all the easier. Danny had found out about the school's gloryholes back in Year 7 and still enjoyed using them, though they could be quiet at times. The removal of shower cubicles and private study rooms had pushed a lot of the hornier students to the school's bathrooms and as a result, the gloryholes were seeing more use than ever, much to Danny's delight.
"Why do we have to fuck here?" Brian whispered. He was fortunate enough to have very understanding roommates who were willing to allow him privacy for sex, a favour he returned when they had hook-ups or dates of their own, so he had never really felt the need to use toilet cubicles to get privacy.
"You like seeing me with other guys, right?" Danny asked with a grin.
"Yeah, so?" Brian frowned. It was an undeniable fetish of his. He loved seeing Danny doing anything with other guys... kissing, sucking, fucking, getting fucked, it didn't matter what, he loved it all.
Danny kept grinning as he slid the toilet paper dispenser. There was a quiet click, then the panel slid down and a gloryhole appeared.
"Oh!" Brian said, catching on.
"Yeah, oh!" Danny mocked, watching as a cock appeared through the hole. "I'll be doing this," he whispered, gesturing to the anonymous dick as he aimed his butt towards his lover. "And you do whatever you're gonna do back there!" Making good on his word, Danny eagerly took the dick into his mouth and started sucking. He heard the familiar gentle thud of the body on the other side of the partition resting against it as they let out a low moan, clearly enjoying Danny's mouth.
Brian reached down and groped his own cock through his sweatpants as he watched the younger boy blowing the stranger. Though room was a little limited, he managed to squat down, yanking down Danny's shorts and underwear to reveal his perky, bubble butt. Wasting no time at all, he dove in face first, using his hands to part the cheeks as his tongue poked at the hole for a second before circling it teasingly.
Danny let out happy moan. While he couldn't feel quite the same level of pleasure he had from rimming before the accident, he was more than happy to be able to feel as much as he could of Brian's eager tongue. The dick in his mouth almost didn't register as he focused so much on Brian's hands, holding him so tightly.
After a few minutes of teasing Danny's hole, Brian stood back up and pulled out his straining erection. Spitting a large glob into his hand, he stroked the fleshy tool and pressed it against the saliva-soaked hole. As he pushed inside, he heard Danny's moans, muffled by the cock poking the back of his throat.
Slowly sliding in deeper, he soon found himself pressed against the boy's pale fleshy buttocks, sniggering a little as the push nudged Danny's face against the cubicle wall. "Ah, that takes me back," he chuckled. Back before they got together officially, a toilet-cubicle-based hook-up had ended up with Danny face-planting a wall – something Brian often liked to tease the boy about. Danny growled in response but didn't bother taking the cock from his mouth to actually complain.
Brian gradually got into a steady pace as he fucked Danny, losing himself in the sensation of the beautiful boy's ass around his cock. Eventually, he let his eyes droop closed as he happily thrust away. After a few minutes, he felt Danny move, standing up to lean back against the body at his rear. As Brian opened his eyes, he asked, "Hey, where'd your friend go?"
Danny looked back at him and playfully licked his lips. "All finished!" Danny said with a smirk. "You were too caught up in me to even notice, which I'm gonna take as a compliment!"
"Unnh," Brian moaned. "You should. Ugh... your butt is... perfection!"
Danny clenched a little and smiled as he bit his lip, then leaned back, raising an arm behind his head to run through the taller boy's hair. "What about the rest of me?" he asked softly.
Brian raised his hand to meet Danny's, then let his finger slide down the boy's silky-smooth arm, crossing his hairless armpit and down onto his chest as he growled in return and smirked. "Meh, it's okay!" he teased.
"Rude!" Danny said, shaking his head but still smiling. Turning his head to the side as far as he could his lips were met by Brian's. The two kissed as Brian gave a dozen vigorous thrusts before grunting his way through an orgasm, his moans filling Danny's mouth while his spunk filled the boy's butt.
The kissing continued long after the orgasm subsided, both breathing heavily through their noses as they recovered, determined not to break the embrace.
When Danny finally pulled away, feeling Brian's dick slide out, he turned and leaned against his lover. He felt muscular arms wrap around him.
"So not that I'm complaining," Brian started softly. "But was there any particular reason for this?"
"I just wanted something fun... before I do something... un-fun!" Danny sighed. He could feel Brian looking down at him curiously, so he gave another sigh and said, "You crapped out with Chris. That means it's my turn again!"
"Oof, okay, yeah... that'll do it. Should we maybe... try together?" Brian asked. He knew the two boys were best friends and that Danny realistically stood a better chance than anyone of getting through to Chris, but that didn't stop him wanting to protect the boy.
"Nah, it's like someone told me this morning. If I wanna make things better, I actually have to try!" Danny sighed.
"Well, you know where I am if you need me," Brian reassured him with another brief kiss.
A few minutes later, Danny was outside the Sports Complex. He considered heading over to the Home Building to look for Chris, but a quick glance at the time suggested he would be on his way to swimming, so he just sat in wait. Sure enough, he soon saw Chris heading down the path, flanked either side by James and David who appeared to be chatting away without any contribution from the moody teen.
"Hey, you coming swimming today?" David asked hopefully as they got nearer.
Danny shrugged. "Maybe," he said. "I just need to take care of something first!"
"What?" James asked nosily.
"Me!" Chris said, rolling his eyes. "I'm `something', I'm guessing!"
"Yup, come with me," Danny said, looping his arm through Chris' and leading him away. "Maybe see you guys in a bit. Let Mr B know, could ya?"
As David and James waved them off, Chris let out a sigh. "You don't have to do this, ya know!" he said, shaking his head.
"Oh, okay, I won't bother then," Danny said, letting go and turning the other way. "Yeah, right!" he smirked, turning back to grab Chris again. "You ready to talk yet?"
Chris shrugged. "Nothing to talk about," he said unconvincingly.
"Suuuuure," Danny said with a smirk.
"Ugh, you're as bad as Brian," Chris huffed.
"Hey, no fair," Danny snapped before grinning again as he said, "I'm WAY worse! So come on, you gonna tell me what this is all about yet?"
Chris rolled his eyes. "I figured this time I might actually be allowed to be pissed off, but noooo!"
"This time?" Danny asked curiously.
"Forget it," Chris said dismissively.
"No, whadda you mean `this' time?" Danny demanded.
"Whadda I mean?" Chris echoed incredulously. "Whadda I mean? Three months! That's what I fucking mean!" he snapped angrily.
As Danny took a step back, visibly shocked by the aggression, he shot Chris a confused look.
"You! You were... gone! You were... away... for three months and I... I wasn't allowed to... to... to... be pissed off about what happened. I had to be all, like, Danny'll be fine' or No, I never even got hurt' or `Yeah, my best friend might never come back but it's okay'. I couldn't just be... pissed off and annoyed and angry because... everyone needed me NOT to be. They were... they were all worrying about you, and I was just... fuck... I was just a spectator as far as they're concerned. Like... YOU were the only one who was in the accident and... and... because I wasn't... in hospital like you were, it was like they... they forgot that I had to sit there waiting for you to die and trying to figure out what I'd say to everyone and... and how I'd... go on without you!" Chris finally stopped, panting heavily.
"Wow, you... erm... that was... a lot," Danny stuttered.
"Oh my god," Chris said, staring up into the sky. "That's not even what this is all about. I don't know where that came from!" He finally managed to force himself to look at Danny and squeaked, "I'm sorry!"
Danny smirked, trying to hold it back, but the more he tried the more it broke through until he was laughing aloud. "I'm sorry, I'm not... laughing at you..." Danny managed between laughs.
"Kinda feels like you are!" Chris pouted.
"No, it just... it's all of it," Danny said, shaking his head. "We are SO fucked up!"
Chris stared back for a moment, then nodded. "We really are, aren't we!" he admitted. "Ugh, I didn't... mean that stuff!"
"You did!" Danny insisted. "But it's okay. You're allowed to... feel this stuff and it's okay to tell me about it when you do. That was our whole thing this year, remember. No more secrets."
"Maybe we shoulda said no more near-death experiences!" Chris said, finally venturing a smile.
Danny frowned and shook his head. "Too late for that," he said dismissively. "At least for this year. Let's make that a year nine thing, `kay?"
"Deal," Chris said, smiling broadly.
"Come here," Danny said, holding out his arms. Chris was on him in moments, hugging him tightly.
They stood holding each other for a while, just enjoying the closeness.
It was Chris who finally broke the silence as he whispered, "I jerked off Blane!"
Danny pulled back, smiling. "Damn, nice!" he said, on pure instinct, enjoying the thought of Blane getting jerked off. It took a moment for him to connect the relationship between the two. When he did, his eyes widened and he said, "No! Seriously?"
Chris nodded, then immediately demanded, "You can't tell anyone!"
"Oh, well there go my evening gossip plans," Danny said sarcastically, but quickly realised Chris wasn't even close to smiling. He put an arm back around him and said, "Come on, tell me what happened."
Will let out a hearty sigh as his fingers gently stroked through the wavy brown locks of the boy resting on his lap. "I know things have to be bad if you've resorted to coming to me!" he said, giving a meek smile as he looked down at Nicky.
"No, I..." Nicky started to disagree, "I... come to you... for things."
Will smirked and shook his head. "Babe," he started, then quickly corrected himself. "Sorry, Nicky," he blushed a little at the slip-up. "I know it's been... a long time, we've both moved on and now I'm JUST your mentor, but I'm not daft. I know I really screwed things up between us. I'm just... glad you felt like you could come to me now, even if I AM a last resort."
Nicky just let out a long, slow breath. It was nice to be with Will again. The older boy was right, they really had both moved on, but being with him still reminded him of how good it had been, how happy and safe he had felt with him back when they first got together.
"So, things are still bad with Chris and Mikey, are they?" Will asked. As he got a surprised look from Nicky for knowing what was going on, he raised his eyebrows and said, "We may not talk much, but my best mates are mentors to all your best mates. I still keep an eye on you and... I hear things!"
Nicky nodded his understanding but remained silent.
Will frowned a little and said, "I get that you're mainly here to hide, because that's what you do, but... you can still talk... if you want!"
"I don't... hide!" Nicky scowled.
"No, you run!" Will said, holding back a smirk.
"I just... don't like..." he started but sighed and shook his head. "Whatever!" he huffed, not wanting to explain himself
"So how come you're `not hiding' here instead of... ya know... actually talking to your boyfriends?" Will asked bluntly. One of the perks of their formerly intimate relationship was that it had really broken down a lot of barriers in their openness with each other. It allowed the older boy to be a lot more direct than many others were with their own mentees.
"Doesn't matter," Nicky said quietly. As he felt Will's fingers stroke through his hair again, his eyes closed a little, enjoying the familiar comfort.
"Kinda does. Come on mate, it's me. You know you can tell me. I'm REALLY good at keeping secrets!" Will said with a cheeky grin. As Nicky sat up, scowling, he cringed a little and asked, "Too soon?"
"You're a dick!" Nicky said but couldn't quite conceal the smile behind it. He shook his head again as he thought about the question, worried that putting his concerns into words made them all the more real. Letting out another sigh, he decided to just go for it and said, "I'm..." the words caught in his throat, and he felt a little choked up, but with one more try managed to say, "I'm scared of them!"
Will exhaled slowly, cheeks puffing out as he cocked his head curiously. "Mikey, I get. He can be a little lunatic when he wants to be but... Chris? He's basically a walking hug!"
"You... you didn't see him," Nicky said, staring down at his hands. "He was... SO angry at me. He... he just... lost it with me and I know I... I was... ugh I don't know. I just don't get why. I don't know what I did wrong to make him go off at me like that and I'm scared to ask him in case it happens again!"
"It's okay," Will said, gently taking hold of Nicky's hand, seeing how upset he was getting. "I get that it was... probably a bit scary, but... if not knowing what you did is affecting you like this... don't you think asking him might... I dunno, help a bit?"
"But... if he... gets angry again and I get angry and... and I can't... I can't..." Nicky finally broke down, crying despite his obvious, desperate attempt to hold it back.
Will put his arm around Nicky and held him for a moment, gently kissing the top of his head. "Mate, you really can't handle fights, can you?"
Nicky sniffed, shaking his head.
Will sat thoughtfully for a moment. It was a trait he had very much noticed while they were dating. Nicky shut down completely in the face of violence and ran away from confrontation. It wasn't because the boy was lacking courage, that much he was sure of, there was just... something else. "Nicky," he said cautiously. As the crying boy wiped his cheeks and looked into his eyes, he went on, "Have you... always been like this?"
Nicky recoiled a little at the question.
Will saw a thousand thoughts pass behind Nicky's eyes. He was good at concealing himself from most people, but Will wasn't `most people'. He reached up and brushed the hair away from Nicky's face and said softly, "You really are safe here. You can... tell me anything!"
Nicky stared back, motionless, clearly contemplating whether to take a leap.
Will nodded and smiled.
"The... the last time..." Nicky started, but paused, almost hyperventilating.
Will rubbed Nicky's back supportively, silently giving him the time he needed.
Nicky took a shaky breath. "The last time I... argued with someone, like... properly screaming and shouting argued... they... died!" he said, crying again as he buried his face in his mentor's chest.
It took a few minutes before Nicky had calmed enough for them to go on.
"You promise you won't tell anyone any of this?" Nicky demanded, sniffing again.
"Mentor's honour!" Will replied seriously.
"You remember, I told you... about my brother, Matthew?" Nicky asked, still barely holding it together.
"Yeah," Will said, nodding.
It was not something Nicky spoke about often, in fact, for the two years they had known each other, Nicky had only mentioned it to him once. Even then, the full extent of what Nicky had shared with Will was, "I had a twin brother. He died!"
"It was an accident," Nicky said quietly. "He got... hit by a car, but... he was only there because... we'd been fighting and I... I said really horrible things and... and I punched him... and he ran off... and never came back!"
"Fuck!" Will exclaimed, holding Nicky as he descended into tears again. He didn't know what else he could say. The younger boy's aversion to confrontation certainly made a lot more sense knowing that.
Once Nicky composed himself and sat up again, he shook his head and said, "I know what you'll probably say."
`Good, because I don't!' Will thought to himself.
"I know," Nicky said firmly, shaking his head. "I know it wasn't my FAULT. I mean, I didn't make him step into the road. I wasn't driving the car. I'm not stupid. I just... every time I think of violence or... or arguing I just... feel like I'm back in that moment where I found out he was gone."
"That sounds... really tough," Will said, knowing he was understating it. "But if you keep hiding from them, you're just gonna... keep hurting, aren't you?"
"I know. I know," Nicky insisted. "I know it's all stupid and it doesn't make sense and I'm... proper mental..."
"No!" Will insisted. "I can't even imagine what it's like to lose someone the way you did, that's proper fucked up. Being a bit messed up because of it is NOT mental, it's... understandable."
"Thanks," Nicky said meekly.
"But..." Will quickly added.
"Ugh," Nicky huffed, rolling his eyes.
Will smirked. "But... if you've kept this to yourself and still can't handle it, maybe... it's time to stop keeping it to yourself!"
"I told YOU didn't I!" Nicky said defensively.
"And how does that feel?" Will asked hopefully.
Nicky frowned but nodded. "Kinda... better, I suppose."
"Exactly, and I'm no fucking use. Imagine telling someone who can actually help!" Will said with a shrug. "I mean, you come from the trauma dorm. You guys seem to attract this stuff. You know what the others in there have been through and you know they've had help because of it. Maybe it's just... your turn!"
Nicky chuckled. "Trauma dorm. Ha! Ya got that right!" The smile slowly dropped as Will looked at him. He let out a sight and said, "Yeah, maybe I should... talk to someone about it."
"And?" Will prompted.
Nicky gave another sigh, this one visibly more frustrated. "And Chris," he conceded. As he got a smile and nod from the older boy, he shook his head a little as he said, "I know things... got messy, but... I'm glad you're my mentor. You're better at it than you were at being a boyfriend!"
"Ouch!" Will chuckled. "I mean... fair, but still... ouch!" he said, giving the smiling boy a playful nudge.
"Wow!" Danny exclaimed, having just sat through Chris' recount of what happened while he was away at King Edwards.
Chris scowled. "You've got a boner, haven't you!" He said moodily.
"No!" Danny insisted, poorly concealing his erection. "Fine, yes. I mean... you tell me about you being, like, teased for days with... with homemade porn and then... getting off with a hot teaching assistant..."
"MY BROTHER!" Chris snapped furiously.
"Yes, okay, I know," Danny said defensively. "I get that, but still... I can't help it if that stuff turns me on!"
"Ugh, I knew telling you was a mistake," Chis grumbled.
"It wasn't, I promise!" Danny insisted. "Just... give it a minute."
"We both know the quickest way to get it to go down," Chris said, smirking a little.
"Well... if you're offering," Danny giggled. The fact they were out in the school's gardens never even entered their minds as a concern. The two were so unashamedly turned on by the risk and potential exposure that this was almost normal to them now.
Chris reached across and slipped his hand inside Danny's shorts, happily grabbing his rigid dick. "Ugh, wait, you're not imagining Blane, are you?" he asked as he started stroking quickly.
"No!" Danny said, shaking his head seriously before grinning and adding, "I'm thinking about you WITH Blane!"
"You're a prick," Chris scowled, but continued his stroking.
"I am, and proud of it," Danny sniggered. "You... erm... want me to return the favour?"
Chris shrunk away a little. "No, it's okay," he said meekly.
"Oh my god!" Danny exclaimed in shock. "You... know how to say no!"
Chris didn't laugh at the playful jibe, he just exhaled slowly and said, "I haven't... done anything like that... since Blane. Or rather... since just after Blane!"
"No fucking way!" Danny said in shock. He glanced down and cleared his throat as the hand had virtually stopped moving.
"Sorry," Chris mumbled, stroking quickly again. "But yeah, I... ugh... I dunno. Doing it makes me think of... what happened."
"Fair enough. What I don't get is... why you're so pissed at Nicky!" Danny frowned.
"Well it's HIS fault, isn't it. He got me horny, and I only did it cos of that!" Chris explained.
"Woah!" Danny yelped, jumping up, Chris' hand pulling out as he did so. "Nuh-uh, no way. You are NOT being that guy. No chance!" he said, sounding almost angry.
"What guy?" Chris asked curiously.
"This is gonna sound super harsh, but bear with me," Danny insisted. "But my sister shares a lot of stuff with me around, like, rape and stuff."
"Fuck, Danny. Where you going with this?" Chris asked, looking appalled.
"Like I said, not as bad as it sounds. It's just... I've seen stuff where guys have tried to justify their actions with things like, she was dressed sexy, so I couldn't control myself' or she led me on, so I'm not responsible!' and things like that."
"I'm not a fucking rapist!" Chris snapped, standing up.
"I know, I know, I know!" Danny said, raising his hands defensively. "I'm not saying you are and I'm not saying you ever could be, but my point was... nobody MAKES you do things like that. If you're horny and you do things, YOU'VE decided to do those things, not whoever turned you on, not whoever looked sexy or whatever. Just YOU! So, in this case, it doesn't fucking matter how horny Nicky got you, YOU were the one in that gym with Blane and anything you two chose to do is only on you two, not Nicky! Does that... make sense?"
Chris' anger slowly began to fade as he listened to Danny's reasoning. As he took a moment to think it through, he nodded. "Yeah, Aisling's talked to me about stuff like that too," he conceded. "Fuck. Fuck! I'm a fucking arsehole. Fuck!"
"Hey, hey, hey, easy," Danny said, moving closer and pulling him into a hug. "Like I said, there were two of you in that gym, so this isn't all on you!"
"Yeah," Chris said, pulling away. "But it's also not on Nicky, is it?" he said with an unhappy sigh. "I gotta talk to him... if I can get him to stop running away!"
"I think we can arrange that," Danny grinned.
As Danny pointed behind Chris, he turned to see Nicky standing there. "How... how long..."
"Long enough!" Nicky said, then smirked and said, "Not really, that's just the usual crappy movie line. I literally just got here, what have I missed?"
Chris sighed. "Danny kicking my arse for being a cunt to you!" he admitted.
Nicky smiled and shook his head.
"And I was gonna kick YOUR arse next if I had to!" Danny said confidently to Nicky. "But I suppose I don't need to now. I'm guessing you two are okay from here?" he asked as he stood.
"Yeah," both boys said with a smile.
"Great, I'm gonna go... finish what Chris started," Danny said, grabbing at his crotch.
"Jesus, you two are insane," Nicky smirked. "Hey, erm..." he started as Danny passed him. "I didn't wanna bother you with all this stuff, but I guess... you ended up involved anyway. So... maybe we can talk later... about Mikey!"
All three exchanged nervous looks. All of their attempts to speak to Mikey so far had not ended well, but Danny nodded before heading back Home.
"So..." Nicky said softly, moving towards Chris.
"Yeah, so..." Chris said sheepishly, moving in too.
"I guess we need to talk," Nicky said, brow furrowing a little.
Chris looked nervous. "We need to talk, as in you're dumping my stupid ass, or we need to talk, as in you wanna make up?"
Nicky stood silently for a moment, allowing Chris to stew in his obvious nervousness before he reached out and pulled him into a kiss. As they parted, he asked, "Does that answer your question?"
"Maybe," Chris grinned. "But I'm willing to get a second opinion! He added before leaning in for another kiss.
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The Kingswood Saga ------------------
Tales from Kingswood (Book 1)– https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/
Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/
The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-eight/
A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/a-very-kingswood-easter/
The Benny Saga (in reading order) --------------
Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/
The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/
Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/
Other Series ------------
Possession – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/
Jack Hamilton – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/
Phil's Naked Adventures – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/
One-shots ---------
The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Jake's Exposure – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure
Becoming an Internet Master – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master
Brian's Big Mistake – http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake
And Then It Got Worse – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse
Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity